I met a guy awhile back, friend of a friend, I'll call him John. He comes from a rich family but you wouldn't know it as he's got tattoos and such all over him and doesn't do anything for a living, anything at all.
Anyway we were sitting around his place the first time I met him -- me, my friend, John and his girlfriend drinking, smoking a little and my friend says "so tell him your story".. John has this story that he tells EVERYONE, if I remember it correctly here it goes:
So John's a gun collector and has plenty of them and usually kept one on the nightstand (I don't know what caliber or type). He was laying on his bed one day as usual doing nothing. From his bed he could could see the front door of his apartment through a mirror in the hallway (it was apparently another apartment not the one we were in when he was telling me this). And what do you know, as he's sitting there on his bed in the afternoon smoking and watching TV he sees the front door open and a guy wearing all black with a ponytail peer in. Next thing the guy comes into the house and John sees he's got a gun in his hand.
So after his eyes stop popping out of his head John picks up his gun and goes down the hallway and looks around the corner and the guy is in his living room checking out John's stuff. His back is turned and John knows enough that he doesn't want to pop the guy in the back so he aims his gun at the guy and goes, "Hey!" The guy turns around and (so John says) raises his weapon, whereby John starts shooting.
John gave a surprisingly accurate account of where all the bullets went, maybe the cops told him later I don't know. But he ended up unloading his entire magazine, a dozen or so shots, into the guy. And according to John all but the last round connected with the guy's upper torso, neck or head. The last shot went over his head because by that time he was slumping to the floor, or what was left of him was anyway.
John said that all the movies he'd seen up until then didn't prepare him for the amount of blood and bone that splattered not only on the floor but on the walls and the ceiling. Everywhere, but more on that in a sec.
So after the slide locked open John staggered over to the phone and dialed 911 and told them what happened. The 911 operator told him to put the gun down and stay on the phone. Apparently someone else had already called and they were sending cops. So John waited there on the phone and the cops came and threw open the door and freaked when they saw the body and all the blood and roughly grabbed John and hauled him away. They got him to the police station and told him to make a list of everyone he knew because they apparently thought it was some sort of drug deal gone bad (which, knowing John, I wouldn't really be that surprised if it had been).
Anyway John said he wanted to talk to an attorney and then he called his dad and his dad called apparently some big shot attorney who marched in with 3 other attorneys and told John not to say anything or write anything or sign anything. And the cops never pressed any charges but John says his record now has something like "Justifiable homicide" on it that comes up whenever a cop runs his ID, so any time he gets pulled over the cop will ask him about it and he'll tell his whole story again. He also says that initially the cops harassed him about the fact that he shot the guy so many times but his lawyers told him that the police are trained to empty their weapons when shooting an assailant (not sure about that one) and I guess that shut 'em up.
So John got home and they'd carted off the body but all the blood and assorted fragments were still all over and there were teeth parts embedded in his wall. He had to have the carpet replaced and the drywall torn out and totally redone and soon afterward he left the apartment.
So that's the story. Maybe John's on this board, I don't know, that would be crazy. Maybe he would recognize his own story.
Anyway we were sitting around his place the first time I met him -- me, my friend, John and his girlfriend drinking, smoking a little and my friend says "so tell him your story".. John has this story that he tells EVERYONE, if I remember it correctly here it goes:
So John's a gun collector and has plenty of them and usually kept one on the nightstand (I don't know what caliber or type). He was laying on his bed one day as usual doing nothing. From his bed he could could see the front door of his apartment through a mirror in the hallway (it was apparently another apartment not the one we were in when he was telling me this). And what do you know, as he's sitting there on his bed in the afternoon smoking and watching TV he sees the front door open and a guy wearing all black with a ponytail peer in. Next thing the guy comes into the house and John sees he's got a gun in his hand.
So after his eyes stop popping out of his head John picks up his gun and goes down the hallway and looks around the corner and the guy is in his living room checking out John's stuff. His back is turned and John knows enough that he doesn't want to pop the guy in the back so he aims his gun at the guy and goes, "Hey!" The guy turns around and (so John says) raises his weapon, whereby John starts shooting.
John gave a surprisingly accurate account of where all the bullets went, maybe the cops told him later I don't know. But he ended up unloading his entire magazine, a dozen or so shots, into the guy. And according to John all but the last round connected with the guy's upper torso, neck or head. The last shot went over his head because by that time he was slumping to the floor, or what was left of him was anyway.
John said that all the movies he'd seen up until then didn't prepare him for the amount of blood and bone that splattered not only on the floor but on the walls and the ceiling. Everywhere, but more on that in a sec.
So after the slide locked open John staggered over to the phone and dialed 911 and told them what happened. The 911 operator told him to put the gun down and stay on the phone. Apparently someone else had already called and they were sending cops. So John waited there on the phone and the cops came and threw open the door and freaked when they saw the body and all the blood and roughly grabbed John and hauled him away. They got him to the police station and told him to make a list of everyone he knew because they apparently thought it was some sort of drug deal gone bad (which, knowing John, I wouldn't really be that surprised if it had been).
Anyway John said he wanted to talk to an attorney and then he called his dad and his dad called apparently some big shot attorney who marched in with 3 other attorneys and told John not to say anything or write anything or sign anything. And the cops never pressed any charges but John says his record now has something like "Justifiable homicide" on it that comes up whenever a cop runs his ID, so any time he gets pulled over the cop will ask him about it and he'll tell his whole story again. He also says that initially the cops harassed him about the fact that he shot the guy so many times but his lawyers told him that the police are trained to empty their weapons when shooting an assailant (not sure about that one) and I guess that shut 'em up.
So John got home and they'd carted off the body but all the blood and assorted fragments were still all over and there were teeth parts embedded in his wall. He had to have the carpet replaced and the drywall torn out and totally redone and soon afterward he left the apartment.
So that's the story. Maybe John's on this board, I don't know, that would be crazy. Maybe he would recognize his own story.
And with the Air Force, pilots hardly get trained in small weapon tactics. When were you in NYPD? I used to live in Newark NJ and this was a big case up there.